Scar frowned up at her, almost as if confused. He shook his head as he pulled his jacket off and set it on the edge of the bed. Now, he was annoyed with himself. It was always the same thing. She was kind to him, he grew irritated for no reason, then he regretted it. He deflated, slightly, his shoulders drooping as he looked away, turned into himself. He shook his head again, this time more slowly.

Why did she even try?

Miriam jumped onto the bed, waiting patiently for him to lie down so she could take her place on his chest for the night.